Bread and circuses, 2016-style

A little thought exercise here.
Imagine: Dwight Eisenhower, in 1956, wants to push from view Adlai Stevenson's prospects for reclaiming the White House for the Democratic Party. Ike darkens his brow and comes forth: "He called me 'Mr. Meltdown.' Let me tell you something, last night during the debate, he went backstage, and he was having a meltdown. First, he had this little makeup thing applying, like, makeup around his mustache, because he had one of those sweat mustaches. Then he asked for a full-length mirror … maybe to make sure his pants weren't wet."